Maine Nights
These blues are only passing
But a picture could just save them
For no night looks like the one before
The curve of your smile
And the bounce of the fire
Reflect in the small ponds of water
Out on the rocks
Barefoot and giddy
We toast to a star
And fireworks we can’t hear
The sand passes freely
Through my toes and under my feet
The waves crash and clean over them
What a musical night
With silence that lingers
You dance to nothing at all
The moon jellies light up
As you swim past the big rocks
In the freezing August water
Such a breathtaking night
Running freely
And I can’t see it
But I know just I’m heading
Under the tower
That sat there for years
And over the green doored tavern
The lighthouse starts sweeping
As the fog drifts in
And you feel the dew sticking
To your jeans when you’re sitting
So back to the rocks
Where the fire is lit
And warmth will welcome
Every year before fall
7 hours to come
I’ll sit with you and stare
At sailboats that loom at the horizon
When the morning comes
We’ll go to their helms
And visit every green island
But come tonight
When the stars are so bright
I’m happy to sit for a while
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